Broken and Done

I trudge along the trampled path, beaten and broken
Hurt, crushed, ripped apart, I wander alone
I keep my pace but stagger on, unsure, uncaring
The world ceases to excite me, for I am made of stone.
I have been caught by the ruthless creature, one of the mind.
With cunning ease, strategic planning, it caught me by stealth.
It looked at me, piercing light, to all but my own thoughts I’m blind
For I have stared into the malicious eyes of a creature of death…

Boredom is its name, it smites its victims by scores,
And enjoys our pain as we slowly burn ourselves to ash,
It confounds my brain, drains my heart, squeezes out my soul
Takes away the remains of bone and throws it in the trash.

It makes the world seem worthless, for we have nothing to do anymore
We forget the taste of freedom and rot away in living hell
It destroys our essence, feasts on our bright-eyed curious cores,
It is the Devil itself, taunting us, forever ringing our knell.
Is it this beast that transforms good men, turns them forever bad?
Is it this madness that makes them drink, then rape their kin?
Murder people, destroy the earth- is it because their insanely sad?
Manipulated and ravaged by this demon of pure sin.

It makes me rage, burn with tears, yet I keep on my toes
For, quite near now, I hear its creep laughter ring
I am broken, fearful, terrified, yet I swallow down my woes,
Nothing to do, I rush straight into the mouth of the evil king.


Dear Future Me

Dear Future Me,

I wonder what you’ve become…

Are you travelling around the world or sitting at home looking glum?
Have you created a new comic character to rival that of Superman?
Are you surfing on a beach, or are you sadly living in a van?
Are you an accomplished animator working on a project for Disney?
Have you got into drinking and have already lost a kidney?
Are you an environmental activist working to save the trees?
Or have you gone and joined yet another stupid IT company?
Have you made films as good as those by Nolan, Miller, Spielberg?
Are you in space and from above you’re looking at our blue earth?
Are you a mad scientist or a dreamy inventor?
Are you a teacher helping to make tomorrow a bit better?
Have you discovered something, like whether humans can fly?
Are you climbing a mountain and can almost touch the sky?
Have you lost your money, and you’re now in helpless strife?
Are you single, or do you actually have a wife?
Have you created the stuff of legends, inspired people that ‘they can’?
And maybe, just maybe, are you Batman?

Yes, I wonder what you’ve become
But I don’t care if your life’s in tatters.
I just hope you’re a good person,
For me, that’s all that matters.